Acts of Desperation(30)

After he left, I finished up what I needed to do and went home. I took a quick body shower and refreshed my makeup. I slipped into a newly purchased black lace bra and panty set. In all the time I’d been with John, I wore boring, full-back cotton underwear. I wore it to appeal to him because he said it was what he loved, but now I wore what I felt good in. I felt sexy and wanted, and this bra and panty set said it all.

I grabbed my black skirt out of the closet. I slipped it on and thought back to the first time I’d worn it around Jax. He’d taken me to a movie that night, and when the lights dimmed in the theatre his hands drifted. I clutched my neck and closed my eyes, remembering what happened next. The doorbell rang, snapping me out of my reverie, and I trotted downstairs shirtless to meet Jax at the door.

“Hey, I’m just finishing up. Wanna follow me upstairs?” I asked, peering around the door.

He stepped inside. “To your bedroom? Wearing that? Twist my arm,” he said.

I giggled and ran away from him, giving chase. Once we hit the hallway, he caught up to me and grabbed me around the waist then carried me under his arm into the bedroom.

“Maybe asking you to wear this skirt was a bad idea,” he said and plopped me down on my bed. He lay down on top of me and pinned my arms above my head. “Is Liz here?” he asked.

“Uh uh.” I smiled.

“Good.”

He let go of my hands and undid his pants. With one smooth motion, he moved my underwear aside and pushed himself into me. I arched my back and tilted my head back as I hooked my legs around his hips and pressed my feet against his ass, forcing him deeper.

“You’re a bad boy,” I said then let out an involuntary moan as he moved inside me. He felt so good.

“Emm hmm. And don’t forget it.” He groaned.

Our bodies moved in sync with a familiarity we’d grown to know well. He leaned over, resting his full weight on me, and kissed my neck as his hands wandered down my arms. He locked his fingers with mine and lifted my arms above my head again. I closed my eyes and nuzzled my head deep into my bedding.

“Uh uh, look at me,” he said.

I looked up and met his eyes and smiled. He released my hands, and held my face then put his lips to mine. I buried my fingers in his hair, holding him to me and breathing him in. His pace quickened, and I reached down to scratch my nails against his backside. He traced his fingers over my ribs, down to my hips, and under my bottom. He grabbed ahold and pressed himself firmly against me and used his hands to rock my hips, rubbing my body against his, fitting us together like two pieces of a perfect puzzle. My untethered cries from my release sent him over the edge. And, with each twitch I felt, he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside of me.

I lay still, savoring the warmth of his body on mine.

“You’re not mad at me now, are you?” he asked with a sly grin.

“No.” I laughed. “I’ll need a few extra minutes now though. Go downstairs and help yourself to a drink. I’ll be down in a sec.”

He stood and gave me one more long kiss before going downstairs. I grabbed my periwinkle blue sweater set then went into the bathroom and cleaned up. When I got downstairs and approached the kitchen, I heard familiar laughter.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” I asked.

“There she is,” Liz said and smiled. “Look who I found poking through the fridge when I walked in.”

“Oh yeah?” I said looking at Jax.

Jax smiled. “What can I say…I worked up an appetite,” he said, shoving a bit of something into his mouth.

Liz grimaced. “Eww, gross. I don’t want to hear about what you two lovebirds do when I’m not around.” She smacked his arm and walked out of the kitchen.

Jax guffawed. Fortunately, since the day I’d introduced the two of them, they’d taken to each other like siblings. He intentionally said things just to get a rise out of her, and she bit on it every time.

“You kids have fun tonight canoodling, or doing whatever it is that you do, I’ve got work to do upstairs,” she said.

“Ok, see ya later,” I said. “You ready?” I said, looking at Jax.

“Yeah,” he said. “Hey, actually I need to make a quick stop at my place. I forgot a little something I got you,” he said.

“Oh really? And am I actually going to get to see the inside of your place too?” I asked.

Since we’d started sleeping together, we’d stuck to staying at my place because he said his house wasn’t finished. I was actually growing slightly uneasy because not only did I not know his secret yet, but I still hadn’t seen where he lived either.

“Hey now, I’ve slowly been putting boxes away. Just don’t judge me too much when you see the inside, it’s still a little bit of a mess.”

“I promise my expectations are really low,” I said with a grin.

“Alright smartass, let’s go,” he said and spanked my butt.

Fifteen minutes later, we pulled into the garage of his Brownstone, and he shut off his engine. He closed the door behind us, and I saw a door off to the left that I assumed led up to the inside.

“Shall we?” he said.

I did my best to contain my excitement. “Yep.”

I followed him up a short flight of stairs, through the heavy door, and into the main floor. I stood, gaping at the beautiful living space and there must have been a hundred candles lit throughout the room casting a soft glow. A slow fire was burning in the living room bricked fireplace, and one of Pearl Jam’s mellow hits was playing in the background. Then, I was immediately hit with a heavenly aroma. A glass top table was set up just off the kitchen, in the dining room with two plates of food, and a decanted bottle of red wine.